Tales from the Cold Room — Fexingo Horror

In the cold room, the dead are never truly gone. Luna stands in a stone cellar beneath an old house, where a brass candleholder casts shadows on walls that breathe with damp and memory. Each episode of Tales from the Cold Room is a standalone story whispered from that liminal space — not ghost stories in the traditional sense, but accounts of what lingers when the body fails and the soul refuses to leave. Here, a mortician finds a corpse whose eyes follow him. A child's voice echoes from a sealed well. A woman receives letters from her own gravestone. These are quiet horrors, intimate and slow, rooted in the ache of loss and the weight of unfinished business. Luna's voice is the only constant, a guide through doorways that should stay shut. The cold room is not a place of rest; it is a waiting room for tales that demand to be told. Each story stands alone, but together they form a mosaic of grief, memory, and the thin places where the veil frays. Enter if you dare — but know that the c